Mom and I were on an aeroplane, dejá vou was setting in, because it literally happened a couple months ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago.

Mom was also unimpressed by my new candy floss pink hair, though I thought that it was totally appropriate for me because I was going to be working for Auntie Sharpay and Uncle Ryan's family.

Though it was almost like a case of dejá vou, but unlike last times silent flight, the prospect of going away from New York and going to Albuquerque kinda made me angry rather than numb.

"Are you not going to talk to me Lou?"

"Don't you fucking dare call me that!"

"Lacey Bolton watch your language, that shouldn't come out of your mouth at your age"

"You were pregnant with Savy at my age, though I think that you leaving and blaming everybody but you for your bullshit is the icing on the fucking bittersweet cake"

I swear to God that most of the flight was staring at us, but I wasn't in the mood to care, I was just so angry, it was unreal.

"Lacey, calm down-"

"Calm down!, are you fucking serious?!"

"Everybody's looking"

I kinda just exploded after that, but I don't regret it, because I wouldn't have done it any other way.

"I don't give a fuck!, you can't expect me to like you!, the last thing you said before fucking off for 11 years was that you didn't want my Mom!, after not seeing or hearing shit from you in 11 years!, you drag me across the country to Albuquerque!, a place I didn't know!, just so you can play happy fucking families and pretend that the last 11 years didn't fucking happen!, so tell me why I should like you?!"

My Mom was just speechless, but she needed to hear it, because if I didn't say it, who the fuck will?.